We worked side by side, and I emptied an entire Clorox bottle while cleaning the bathrooms and the kitchen.
I scrubbed the floors on my hands and knees as I tried to eliminate the house"s musty, secondhand store smell. As I crawled around the bathroom scrubbing the tiles with a brush, I backed away into the carpet in our bedroom, and I felt the stickiness of the old shag carpet under my hands, which caused me to do a cat maneuver, jumping up on all fours back to the bathroom.
My ex found me still on my hands and knees, only my head picked out of the bathroom as I looked closely into the greasy and smelly shag carpet, trying to think of a way to clean it or send it back to hell where it belonged.
"E esto?" "What is it?" yelled my ex; I told him that the carpet was "dis-gus- ting," carefu
